The night was merciless. When the moon came those lucky enough are blessed to be shined down by the rays of the midnight sun— but that alone cannot keep one safe for tonight.

‘This? This is my target?’ With disbelief, the sacrilegious nun had her polearm by the side; Rosaria cannot seem to fathom how.. Some idiot would wind up being her target.

With a firm glare, Rosaria spoke to you— “Run.” she said, “And don't turn back.” a warning you must heed.